The rooms are all full
But noone is really there
Stop all your caring
Before tensions start to flare
Beat up
Getting gunned down
On the highway
out of town
About the Creator
Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 days ago in Fiction
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